Cheng Tian's worldview had taken a blow, successfully making him realize the horrors of exam-oriented education. The little old man could not help nodding in satisfaction.
Watching him leave with his faith in life shaken, the little old man felt utterly refreshed. He slowly walked to the front desk, humming a Native American song, and leisurely took out a set of keys.
The Chandelure overhead was still flickering with a dim light.
Just then, the Museum's doors were pushed open again.
Without turning his head, the little old man said, "Visiting hours are over for today. If you want to look around, come back tomorrow."
As though he had not heard him, Ryūnosuke slowly walked forward with one hand resting on a short cane, continually surveying the display cases around him.
"It really is cold in here... I think we ought to allocate some funds to install heating."
"There's no need to trouble you, our finance minister, with that." The little old man tucked the keys into his pocket.
"Some things in the Museum don't like traces of modernity." With his hands behind his back, the little old man slowly walked toward the entrance.
"Good night, Chandelure."
At his words, Chandelure extinguished its dim flames, and the surroundings swiftly sank into darkness.
"Please don't be in such a hurry." Ryūnosuke turned his head with a smile. "I came to discuss the rewards for the top three in this year's Pokémon League tournament."
"You needn't concern yourself with that. The tournament organizing committee will discuss it and decide on suitable rewards."
"But you're the committee's chair." The smile on Ryūnosuke's face looked somewhat insincere, yet somewhat inscrutable.
"Ah..." The little old man turned his head helplessly.
"Ryūnosuke, I must remind you. As a senior Pokémon League official, you must not let